Enemies Chapter 55: Strange

Translated by Jouissance of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: KarateChopMonkey

His father’s voice was cold and strict, but his dark eyes were full of love and acceptance.

Who would ever expect that the Zhenjun of the Murderous Sword who had killed countless powerful immortals would ever gaze at someone with such gentle adoration.

Deep love came with strict responsibility, only by being hard on the one you loved, could they grow to protect themselves. Chu WuQing opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t find an excuse. He could only let Chu HuanZhi’s fingers wander over his body, ousting evil energy and removing impurity.

Each place he cleansed was a place that someone else had left marks of love. These gentle touches and presses roused the sleeping memories etched into his body, weightless chills and tingles jolting through his veins like electricity.

It was so strange.

Chu WuQing’s back trembled, wanting to escape, but his waist was gripped tightly by Chu HuanZhi. Not only did he fail to escape, but the friction between his slender waist and Chu HuanZhi’s palm only increased. His entire body tensed, unable to bear the sensations. A thin layer of sweat even surfaced on his brow, his cheeks darkening with a blush.

Young people were the easiest to arouse. The memories of pleasure from before still lingered in Chu WuQing’s body, his shame uncontrollably stiffening.

He couldn’t believe it. He had… just from having his body examined by his father… unforgivable.

This… this was practically a desecration of his sacred father!

Chu WuQing couldn’t endure it anymore, shifting his lower half in discomfort and trying to prevent Chu HuanZhi from noticing. He repressed the shame in his heart, biting his lips as he spoke up, “Ah, it’s enough, I-I’m fine now, daddy… no more.” He had to stop several times over the course of that short sentence to prevent any humiliating sounds from leaking out, but it was so hard to hold back, and his voice quavered near the end.

Chu HuanZhi’s hands trembled imperceptibly, looking down at the young man in his embrace. Chu WuQing’s face was flushed, his usually prideful and composed gaze pleading.

When Chu HuanZhi didn’t respond, Chu WuQing called out again, “Daddy,” he begged, “No more, please.”

Chu HuanZhi lowered his gaze, looking downwards. The young man couldn’t hide anything from the gaze of a Soul Transformation cultivator with his Foundation Establishment cultivation.

“Ah, don’t… don’t look, daddy.” Chu WuQing’s self-esteem shattered from his most private, humiliating side of him being seen by his respected father. The etiquette and ethics he had been taught from young making it only harder to endure.

Chu WuQing didn’t dare meet his father’s eyes. He wanted to bury himself in a hole in the ground. Yet he had only just lowered his head when his chin was gripped and raised by Chu HuanZhi’s fingers, not allowing him to hide at all.

Chu HuanZhi’s eyes were filled with a sea of acceptance as he laughed softly. “QingQing is all grown up now.”

Slender fingers pressed down against the firm flesh tenting his snow-white underwear, holding Chu WuQing in his arms, rubbing and squeezing as he spoke into Chu WuQing’s ear, “If QingQing is embarrassed, then close your eyes. All men grow up some day. If you don’t understand, then let daddy teach you. Close your eyes and feel.”